Alien Mine Ch. 23

Sandy almost climaxed with her. The rush of forcing the woman into a lesbian relationship touched something in her, just as dominating Amancia had, pushing her further into submission during their relationship before Rhys. It was something she wanted and would have had in Anita.

"Good girl, Sandy said, reinforcing the new feelings, ensuring she associated the pleasure with Nelya. "You have wonderful orgasms with Nelya and want to pleasure her." Sandy knew the words would resonate, and each time Clara orgasmed tonight, the imprint on Nelya would go deeper and deeper in Clara's mind.

"Her bottom," Nelya said, clearly excited. Sandy knew what she wanted, and tendrils of hair penetrated the rosebud of Clara's anus and further up inside her. Clara shouted in delight as Sandy redirected nerve paths, and Nelya pushed a finger deep inside her anus. "Oh, God, Oh, God," Clara mumbled again, followed by a shriek as Nelya added another finger. This excited Sandy, changing someone like this. Before the night was over, the changes to Clara would be permanent."We will have to improve her vocabulary," Sandy laughed, "I know you like them nasty."

"I do, and it will be so sexy coming from such a proper diplomat," Nelya said in delight.

Sandy's own lust was barely under control, and when they were done with her, Clara would still be happily married; this would be a hidden, secretive part of her from now on. At the first opportunity, Sandy would spend some time with Clara's husband and fix it so he wouldn't notice any changes. The programming Sandy was making in Clara would spice up her married sex life as well. All men want blowjobs, Sandy thought with a mischievous smile, so before she was done, Clara would develop a desire to have her husband's cock in her mouth; it was the least she could do for him.

Now, however, she intended to enjoy Clara also. Clara would be Nelya's lover, but Sandy would have her first. She moved in front of Clara and, spreading her legs wide, pulled Clara's mouth to her waiting, wet, and very hungry pussy. "Lick me slut," she said, sending a burst of lust into Clara's brain, causing her to orgasm again on Nelya's tongue.

Leslie and Amancia watched from a couch. The hotel was protected by a squad of armored men, and there was air support overhead. Their armor lay on the floor beside their naked bodies. "That is hot," Amancia said, nuzzling Leslie's neck.

"It is; I can feel the lust. It's so strong; Clara never had a chance. It's too bad Rhys won't give her a symbiont; I'd like to fuck her myself."

"I'm sure Nelya will share," Amancia said, leaning down to take one of Leslie's nipples into her mouth.

"Ohhhh, that's good," Leslie said. Her fingers found Amancia's nipples and pulled gently on the rings. Leslie felt a tingle in her mind, and she let the interlace form, and two became one. It was strange; they formed one mind, but the interlaced mind knew the needs and desires of the individuals. Leslie's fingers became rough, pulling on the rings. The Binary responded as Amancia knelt on the floor between Leslie's legs. "Lick me, you little submissive slut," Leslie's body ordered and slapped Amancia. Not hard, but just rough enough, the way Leslie's body liked. Someone watching would have seen both bodies twitch and squirm in arousal. Was it masturbation? The Binary wondered if both bodies felt the same thing. or were they making love? The Binary could be both submissive and dominant simultaneously, so perhaps it didn't matter.

***

Anita walked off her plane in New Deli to meet the waiting dignitaries accompanied by all the ceremonial requirements of a visit by a head of state. Her aircraft had come in slow and silent, shifted shape, and then landed vertically, accompanied by six fighter aircraft that looked like they had been designed for a terrifying video game that changed shape as they landed quietly.. The advanced technology display was deliberate; the time for restraint had passed, and Sandy wanted everyone to know where they stood. Hundreds of small drones had been deployed before landing, and Anita waited for the OK from Hua before leaving the aircraft. Hua had arrived secretly three days before, posing as Chinese refugees fleeing the conflict. Over a million Chinese had fled the country, a small portion coming to India. Hua had come through northern India to New Deli and didn't like what she had found. The Om were definitely here, but she didn't know how deeply the Indian institutions had been infiltrated. In her travels, she had come across other refugees from Nepal, Bhutan, and the northern provinces of India. They told stories she had heard before, people, and even entire villages disappearing, monsters that came in the night carrying away families. They had successfully disrupted Om activities in western China, but it looked like they had turned their recruitment efforts east and southward.

Hua stood on the edge of the crowd, her bodies separated to increase her visual coverage of the people gathered to witness the spectacle of Anita's arrival. The President of India, the Prime Minister, and numerous minor functionaries, diplomats, and wives it was quite a crowd. There were at least three human-like Om among them. Hua tagged them for surveillance and probable kills. Leslie had thoroughly penetrated India's cyber security, and Hua was even now busy processing video surveillance from around the country. The volume was becoming difficult to handle for even her interlaced mind, but the AI had spare processing power, and it had already identified several areas of Om activity. They were marked for destruction, but for now, Hua would monitor them. She wanted to see how they reacted to Anita's presence. Sometimes, Hua thought the Om were not very strategically flexible. It's as if they had a playbook and always ran similar plays for a given situation. An attack on the residence or the reception was a given, either tonight or the day after. It would be a combination of Om-like humans, perhaps a few Trangrods, and a human component. She had already identified some Chinese military operating here disguised as refugees, and the Om undoubtedly had some Indian soldiers they had bribed or turned, somehow. She would be there when they attacked, but Charlie and Command Squad could handle those; Rhys and Thea with Echo Squad would be here as backup. Hua was looking for bigger prey, senior members of the government who had been turned or replaced by Om.

She watched as the plane seemed to disgorge several vehicles. They looked like oversized SUVs but were armed and armored to withstand an attack by Trangrods from the air or ground. They had learned a painful lesson from the assault on Nelya.

"Two launches detected," Kiania reported. Then, seconds later, "both destroyed. The Om are dogmatic but not dumb; this could be a diversion," Kiania warned.

Hua guessed as much. They would be ready whenever the attack came.

Anita waved to crowds as the motorcade wound its way through crowded streets to the residence provided by the Indian government. She had been greeted warmly but cautiously, and she had detected doubt and suspicion from the various diplomats and ministers who greeted her. Anita was getting better at detecting emotions and apparently at influencing those in a positive way. She had been surprised to feel changes in some of those she had met after they shook hands. Anita had always touched those she came in contact with, shaking hands, a friendly touch on the shoulder, and even hugging friends. Those kinds of gestures were more complicated in some cultures, but few would refuse to shake the hand of the American President.

Also, India needed help, and they knew it. Hua had briefed her on everything she found. The Om were here, though their security branches had no idea how badly they had been penetrated. In addition, the border tensions at Galwan Valley, Depsang Plains, and Gogra-Hot Springs, areas that boarded the Aksai Chin Plateau, had increased dramatically. Tibetan refugees were pouring over the border despite the Chinese soldiers, and fighting had broken out in several places. The Indian military had taken significant casualties in the action. They wanted support and weapons from Anita, which she intended to give them. Miranda was already taking action, striking the Om whenever possible, and they would increase activities as more resources became available. Training an Indian component was high on everyone's wish list. "Will I see you tonight?" Anita asked Hua

"This afternoon. You have a few hours for rest scheduled before meeting the senior civilian leadership," Hua said with warmth in her voice. "Tonight may be busy."

Anita didn't need the rest; her new body required only a fraction of what an average human needed. Anita missed Rhys; this was the longest Anita had been away from him, but she was getting to know Hua much more intimately. Not just in the biblical sense but how she functioned as a true binary and how she needed someone else to "keep her grounded," as she put it. Hua's relationship with Thea was complex. She spent the majority of her time physically connected through Thea's hair. Anita only partially understood how this helped Hua, but in Thea's absence, Hua turned to her. They would take off their clothes, and Anita would lie naked between the two bodies of Hua. They would kiss and make love, but it seemed to be the physical contact that Hua needed most from her. Hua's two bodies were unearthly beautiful and sexy, and Anita didn't mind in the least.

Hi Sandy," Anita said when she felt that familiar touch on her emotions. "Glad you are here." How did it go with Nelya?"

"Wonderful, Clara is firmly on our side now and seemingly can't get enough of Nelya. There are still multiple problems though, and it will take a while before the EU accepts that they must integrate under Nelya's leadership. Mika is having more success, but her problems are different. The Middle East is so dependent on oil for income, and they dare not resist. She has workable treaties with most of the countries and is making inroads in Africa. As soon as we can spare some troops, she will solve the problem in Libya."

"What will we do about South Asia, particularly China and India?

"Not sure yet; Nelya will probably absorb China, and Rhys is leaning toward Mika taking control of India. You will probably end up with the rest of the Pacific."

"That's a lot," Anita said; I could use some help. I don't suppose Rhys has changed his mind about making more like us."

"No, and I'm not sure he will."

"Well, I'm glad you are here; tonight may be interesting."

"We are ready, but battle plans don't last after the first shot is fired, so be ready for something unexpected. We have plenty of resources, but the Om have been in India for a while. Not in the numbers like China, but now that we are pressing them, we expect more activity here."

Sandy worried about Anita. Though she hadn't succeeded in taking control of Anita's symbiont, they were more closely connected than she was with the others. Probably because she had spent so much time in Anita's head, Sandy's hair knew where all the neural pathways to Anita's emotions were, and she had constructed the new tracks that redirected her feelings and responses. Rhys had offered her Anita, not like she had planned, but it was tempting. Forcing Clara to become Nelya's lover reminded Sandy how much she missed having a submissive. Rhys had taken Amancia from her but now offered Anita. To get her, Sandy would have to submit and become Rhys' slave for the rest of her life. It wasn't a decision she was ready to make.

***

Later that evening, Anita kissed Hua's bodies goodbye and began dressing for the evening reception. Despite the symbiont, she was tense, expecting an attack at any time. Anita paused to look at herself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom of her spacious suite. "I look good," she thought. Her body was firm and taut, like she was a twenty-year-old athlete. She had strong but slim legs, a killer ass, and nicely shaped breasts. The sag in her breasts was gone, replaced by medium-sized perky tits with long nipples that hardened at the slightest touch. A bra was necessary to keep them hidden. But tonight, she pulled on a body sheath, Drans, and bulletproof. Over that went light armor, thin enough to wear under a dress, strong enough to deflect or slow a round from a Trangrod. A monoblade went on her left wrist, the new weapon from Thea on her right. A small pistol was strapped to her thigh just above the slit in her skirt, and a small monoblade was attached to the back of her neck under her hair. One of her aids would be carrying her armor and rifle in case she needed it and had time to put it on. Her heels had Drans metal spikes, which could also be used as a weapon if needed.

"I'm ready," Rhys, she said calmly and strode out the door, glad that he was here.

Hua prowled like a big cat outside the security net thrown around tonight's reception and meeting. The reception was a chance for Indian dignitaries to meet Anita in person. Tomorrow, the deal-making would begin. The city was busy as always, the streets crowded with so many people coming and going. The air was warm, a little moist perhaps, but the earlier rain had cleared up some of the pollution. Rhys and Sandy were overhead with another two Squads, though one was new. Veterans, but untested against the Om. Rhys had been right about India; the Om were here in increasing numbers.

Hua's bodies were positioned at opposite corners of the building, giving her three-sixty visual coverage, but more importantly, she would "feel and smell" the Om when they attacked. There were multiple levels of coverage tonight: high-altitude, midlevel, and low-level drones. In addition, the fighter support that had accompanied Anita was overhead. Command Squad was inside the reception area, armed and armored, and Charlie Squad with fifty tiger drones, was positioned strategically outside along probable avenues of approach. The Indian Army and security forces had been warned, but they would not be able to stop the Om.

The reception was being held at the Rashtrapati Bhavan, the official residence of the President of India at the western end of Rajpath, Raisina Hill. It was formerly known as Viceroy's House and had been constructed during the zenith of the British Empire. It had 340 rooms, plus the lavish ballroom where the reception would be held. From a security standpoint, it was a nightmare, but there was nothing Hua could do about that. Hua watched as attendees arrived, suits, gowns, traditional Indian garb; it was an interesting mix of the crowd.

At least 300-400 people were in attendance, and Anita had met one hundred and six of them. Fortunately, her symbiote kept track of all the names and bios. Anita's nose tingled again as the kitchen door opened and closed. The tiny drones placed throughout the facility had already identified two Om-like humans on the staff; while Hua had been alerted, Sarge had men watching for them. Anita didn't think that would be all of them; she was expecting roaches, at least.

"She's doing well," Sandy told Rhys. "Anita was a good choice, strong, but with a lot of empathy. People feel it when they meet her, the way she looks at them like they are the most important thing in the world at the moment."

"She is," Rhys said, sounding proud, "Anita charms and disarms those she meets before they have a chance to judge her, She has come a long way."

"Indeed," Sandy mused to herself. Anita had certainly grown into the role, much like the others. Sandy wondered what other abilities Anita would acquire over the course of her long lifetime. If they survived, this was just the start for all of them. Sandy watched Anita move gracefully among the leaders of India, speaking in local dialects, astonishing everyone with her language skills. "I made her," Sandy thought to herself, "I know every neural pathway in her brain and every inch of her body. I even designed the body." Sandy had insisted, and Rhys had let her have that control. Inside, she seethed that Rhys had taken her away.

"Enough, " Rhys said, understanding her emotions quite well. You went behind my back and betrayed me. If you want her, you will submit to me, slave."

Sandy quailed at the tone that promised punishment later. "Yes, master," she reluctantly said, the words bitter on her tongue.

Anita found a moment between introductions to look up at the high ceiling. They stood in an ample open space with a domed high ceiling covered in ornate mosaics. It was a fantastic work of art, but then she wondered what was up there. "What about the ceiling?" she asked Sarge over his implanted comms, while still talking to the man in front of her.

"It's sealed off; we haven't been able to get into the spaces if there are any. "

Hua cursed and checked the plans for the building, something she had already done several times. In seconds, she compared it to the security plans she had acquired, and they didn't agree. "There are spaces, room for numerous roaches. Someone changed the security plans; a traitor or Om is involved. Anita, move now toward the entrance! Everyone on alert," she warned.

"Take us down," Rhys ordered, "Sgt. Torres, prepare to deploy."

"Yes, Sir. Echo Squad we will deploy in four-man sections, section one first, then the heavy drones, section two, and then heavy section last. Watch the civilians, I want collateral damage kept to a minimum." This was the first time they would deploy with the heavy drones. This was their answer to the Trangrods, six-legged drones with segmented bodies, heavily armored and armed with rotary cannon and chain guns. The weapons were designed to kill Trangrods and even Centipedes; however, they resembled walking tanks but were about the size of a full-grown buffalo. Sgt Torres had two additional men assigned to the squad, each controlling one of the drones. They made his own tiger drone look insignificant.

Anita felt a tingle of apprehension but forced it down; then, the world slowed as she flowed into combat mode. Excuse me," she said, " I think I would like to go to the ladies' room." It was near the entrance, and she started that way. If someone was watching closely, they would have seen her muscles tense as she went into combat mode; perhaps they would have noticed a change in how she walked, each step almost choreographed as she moved like a big cat stalking its prey as she slinked across the room.

Anita made her way calmly in that direction with her two dogs beside her and two armored guards fending off guests who wished to talk to her. It was odd; instead of fear, she felt only excitement, an eagerness for battle. Men did turn to look at her, realizing something was different but not realizing they sensed on a more primal level that a predator was among them. It was strange, but Anita felt more alive at moments like this.

Hua watched events begin to unfold, her mind working so fast it seemed like the others were moving in slow motion. That was one of the blessings and curses of her enhanced intelligence. Even her lovers sometimes seemed intellectually slow; that is why she spent so much time connected to Thea and the AI, and why she had changed the bonds to Rhys, making them so much stronger. Belonging so entirely to Rhys set barriers and channeled emotions and ambitions into predictable pathways. Still, at times, Hua was concerned she was losing her humanity, becoming something more, or at least different. Now, that speed of thought was a blessing as she watched the Om plan of attack unfold and planned her own counterstrike. The Om were clever, but Hua could now anticipate their actions and gave orders to Charlie Squad. She had placed them correctly, and Anita's movements towards the door would force the Om to make their move. "It should be starting now," she said to Rhys and Sandy, who were above them in the shuttle.